Forty-Four

Claustrophobic angels pull they’re wings to fly the nights of my eye.
Inside they wait and drop warheads along with me, I descend.
Another failure in the world I’ve become crying my tears 4 ounces
spinning circles around this concluding contraption to my life.
Cherry bombs incinerate my tongue lashing sweet ginger ale puddles.
Don’t leave, oh god, please don’t leave, I’m so ashamed, don’t go.
Placid memories sweep me under this desk to ferment and sweeten.
Clunk, chink, ring. You walk on by without a word or glance
Grab me before I fall to delusion- too late you’ve come.
My screams are too quiet for you to realize.
Anger grows as I diminish and I scream, oh yeah, I scream!
Can you hear me now? 3000 volts, can you hear!?
Twenty-seven pulls me around, back and forth as forty-four gives me focus.
I love this twist; I love this turn of my emotional skyrocket- the sky!
My head is spinning, thank you, thank you sweet noises error!
Nearing my end, this is my ecstasy!